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MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A STRANGER A stranger came to you today And said a lively greeting You never felt quite as surprised And threw him a glance so fleeting But yo MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A STRANGER A stranger came to you today And said a lively greeting You never felt quite as surprised And threw him a glance so fleeting But yo MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JUNE 2012 The clouds gliding across the deep blue. Stars shining as the winds flew. Wings rustling their thick feathers MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE BRAIN The brain was the only part of your body to name itself It must have thought itself something quite peculiar to name itself such a peculi MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith them
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2013 I am consumed by the sounds that surround the winter night a dance, a waltz of silence so quiet but enormous in its noiselessness demandingso much time, space
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MAY 2011 Poetry is love His touch beneath a moonlit sky Her smile that raises your hopes up high His careless whisper in your ear Her gasp as youwipe away her tear
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AUGUST 2010 And I am too slow to try and catch her. To be by myself, No care inthe world.
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MARCH 2015 You lean right back into this man and feel at home. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: NOVEMBER 2011 The eyes, their brilliances grows. Her arms, the arms so thin MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A STRANGER A stranger came to you today And said a lively greeting You never felt quite as surprised And threw him a glance so fleeting But yo MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: CARRIE There once was a girl named Carrie She lived in a broken home With her crazy religious mother And her father had left them alone Carrie was MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A STRANGER A stranger came to you today And said a lively greeting You never felt quite as surprised And threw him a glance so fleeting But yo MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: CARRIE There once was a girl named Carrie She lived in a broken home With her crazy religious mother And her father had left them alone Carrie was MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? Poetry is a sound A wave crashing over magnificent cliffs The whisper of the wind between the leaves The twitter of a cricket's lively chirp The echo of a cry from lips of hurt MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE SMALL TOWN BY THE OCEAN Weather so solemn, Rain pours in thick curtains, It blankets the sidewalks, Blackened by the constant downpour, Yet it doesn't dampenthe sp
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: YOUR HANDS You have heard just about everything under the sun about being what you want to be And most of it sounds like this, "Just keep pushing through! Only a few more years and MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FACE ME Face me when I'm crying, Don't be scared to see, The sorrow that's behind, My eyes and behind me. Face me when I smile, Let happinessabsor
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A BREATH IN PARADISE (SUNSET) Endless expanse of blue No horizon to be seen Only water, sky and sand Invisible wind dancing in the leaves Palm tree’s huge cover Atranslu
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AUGUST 2010 And I am too slow to try and catch her. To be by myself, No care inthe world.
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: LATER, BEAUTIFUL Sail far into the vast sea The ship, your enemy and friend She watches you go until it hard to see Through the thick, heavy fog across the w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ANGEL'S SLEEP The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A STRANGER A stranger came to you today And said a lively greeting You never felt quite as surprised And threw him a glance so fleeting But yo MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: CARRIE There once was a girl named Carrie She lived in a broken home With her crazy religious mother And her father had left them alone Carrie was MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A STRANGER A stranger came to you today And said a lively greeting You never felt quite as surprised And threw him a glance so fleeting But yo MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: CARRIE There once was a girl named Carrie She lived in a broken home With her crazy religious mother And her father had left them alone Carrie was MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? Poetry is a sound A wave crashing over magnificent cliffs The whisper of the wind between the leaves The twitter of a cricket's lively chirp The echo of a cry from lips of hurt MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE SMALL TOWN BY THE OCEAN Weather so solemn, Rain pours in thick curtains, It blankets the sidewalks, Blackened by the constant downpour, Yet it doesn't dampenthe sp
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: YOUR HANDS You have heard just about everything under the sun about being what you want to be And most of it sounds like this, "Just keep pushing through! Only a few more years and MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FACE ME Face me when I'm crying, Don't be scared to see, The sorrow that's behind, My eyes and behind me. Face me when I smile, Let happinessabsor
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: A BREATH IN PARADISE (SUNSET) Endless expanse of blue No horizon to be seen Only water, sky and sand Invisible wind dancing in the leaves Palm tree’s huge cover Atranslu
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AUGUST 2010 And I am too slow to try and catch her. To be by myself, No care inthe world.
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: LATER, BEAUTIFUL Sail far into the vast sea The ship, your enemy and friend She watches you go until it hard to see Through the thick, heavy fog across the w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ANGEL'S SLEEP The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED My mother sits her table She is a forest nymph, surrounded By orphans that she nursed to health, Left in the streets, uncared for Her thumbs hold green mama magic MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MARCH 2014 Or maybe, the melody of rushing water struck a chord in your hollow chest, reverberating in the manners of b-minor and b-sharp, music notes falling with the weight of the clouds descended upon your ears and it realized what it wanted to be MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED My mother sits her table She is a forest nymph, surrounded By orphans that she nursed to health, Left in the streets, uncared for Her thumbs hold green mama magic MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MARCH 2014 Or maybe, the melody of rushing water struck a chord in your hollow chest, reverberating in the manners of b-minor and b-sharp, music notes falling with the weight of the clouds descended upon your ears and it realized what it wanted to be MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHAT IS IT? PART III Poetry is death The lustre gone from his blonde mane The blood rushing from his cut veins The glassy stare of her blue eyes The guns MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JUNE 2012 The clouds gliding across the deep blue. Stars shining as the winds flew. Wings rustling their thick feathers MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2013 I am consumed by the sounds that surround the winter night a dance, a waltz of silence so quiet but enormous in its noiselessness demandingso much time, space
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MAY 2011 Poetry is love His touch beneath a moonlit sky Her smile that raises your hopes up high His careless whisper in your ear Her gasp as youwipe away her tear
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: OH, ALGERNON Pattering paw steps, light and quiet Upon the metallic floor A sniff, a twitch, a squeak And food crunching in his maw A swish of tail, then MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: NOVEMBER 2011 The eyes, their brilliances grows. Her arms, the arms so thin MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MARCH 2015 You lean right back into this man and feel at home. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FEBRUARY 2010 Snow-white and warm, covered in fur, Big, heavy paws leave prints in the snow, Tailless, fat, strong muscle, bones, He has experienced ice whips and wind burns, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MARCH 2014 Or maybe, the melody of rushing water struck a chord in your hollow chest, reverberating in the manners of b-minor and b-sharp, music notes falling with the weight of the clouds descended upon your ears and it realized what it wanted to be MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FOREVER MINE, MY LOVE My thoughts cannot take form My feeling can’t take flight I’ve been forced into a dusty room With no sun, moon or light My fingershave been
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: AN ADDICT'S BALLAD I went to a party that one night My friends invited me along They said it was nothing, and I might Have said that I wouldn’t mind To gowith
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MARCH 2014 Or maybe, the melody of rushing water struck a chord in your hollow chest, reverberating in the manners of b-minor and b-sharp, music notes falling with the weight of the clouds descended upon your ears and it realized what it wanted to be MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: MIRROR My mind is a tangled mass of strings Thoughts are jumbled, confused, incomprehensible I stare at myself in the mirror I meet my own gazeWha
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JANUARY 2010 Falling stars Sparkling, clean Unique from each other Covering the green Dressing the naked A lullaby to the soil Frigid, clear, coldAngel’s tears
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FACE ME Face me when I'm crying, Don't be scared to see, The sorrow that's behind, My eyes and behind me. Face me when I smile, Let happinessabsor
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE SMALL TOWN BY THE OCEAN Weather so solemn, Rain pours in thick curtains, It blankets the sidewalks, Blackened by the constant downpour, Yet it doesn't dampenthe sp
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: NEW YORK CALLS (SHE IS MY DESTINY) My heart is filled with longing As it stares out to the city Gazes upon the mountains of concrete Bustling, toxic, addicting Fumes of artand marijuana
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WAITING ON A STAR I’ve been watching the sky four nights in a row I can’t seem to find what I am looking for Those many hours now start to seem like years Time just lost, fading fast and fierce MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FACE ME Face me when I'm crying, Don't be scared to see, The sorrow that's behind, My eyes and behind me. Face me when I smile, Let happinessabsor
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE SMALL TOWN BY THE OCEAN Weather so solemn, Rain pours in thick curtains, It blankets the sidewalks, Blackened by the constant downpour, Yet it doesn't dampenthe sp
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: NEW YORK CALLS (SHE IS MY DESTINY) My heart is filled with longing As it stares out to the city Gazes upon the mountains of concrete Bustling, toxic, addicting Fumes of artand marijuana
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WAITING ON A STAR I’ve been watching the sky four nights in a row I can’t seem to find what I am looking for Those many hours now start to seem like years Time just lost, fading fast and fierce MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED Some days, she is a weighted blanket. She holds me down in comfort, trapped. But home and cradles me to her racing. Heart, my head gently bouncing against. Her motherly chest, she holds me. She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I MY MUSE IS COLORED RED My mother sits her table She is a forest nymph, surrounded By orphans that she nursed to health, Left in the streets, uncared for Her thumbs hold green mama magic MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE SMALL TOWN BY THE OCEAN Weather so solemn, Rain pours in thick curtains, It blankets the sidewalks, Blackened by the constant downpour, Yet it doesn't dampenthe sp
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FACE ME Face me when I'm crying, Don't be scared to see, The sorrow that's behind, My eyes and behind me. Face me when I smile, Let happinessabsor
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WAITING ON A STAR I’ve been watching the sky four nights in a row I can’t seem to find what I am looking for Those many hours now start to seem like years Time just lost, fading fast and fierce MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: NEW YORK CALLS (SHE IS MY DESTINY) My heart is filled with longing As it stares out to the city Gazes upon the mountains of concrete Bustling, toxic, addicting Fumes of artand marijuana
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED My mother sits her table She is a forest nymph, surrounded By orphans that she nursed to health, Left in the streets, uncared for Her thumbs hold green mama magic MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON BEING A FUCK UP I'm no stranger to losing friends. But losing friends has always been my fault, usually the result of a teenage transgression and the inability to apologize despite seeing my fault in it. MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WHY I AM SEARCHING FOR HEART BREAK I've always believed in love Ever since I was a little girl, reading my story books Knowing that one day my knight in shining armour w MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: THE SMALL TOWN BY THE OCEAN Weather so solemn, Rain pours in thick curtains, It blankets the sidewalks, Blackened by the constant downpour, Yet it doesn't dampenthe sp
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: ON HOLD It’s understandable Your reasons for leaving You ain’t got the time, you say As I walk away, though I can’t help but smile ‘CauseI’m ready
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: FACE ME Face me when I'm crying, Don't be scared to see, The sorrow that's behind, My eyes and behind me. Face me when I smile, Let happinessabsor
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: WAITING ON A STAR I’ve been watching the sky four nights in a row I can’t seem to find what I am looking for Those many hours now start to seem like years Time just lost, fading fast and fierce MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: NEW YORK CALLS (SHE IS MY DESTINY) My heart is filled with longing As it stares out to the city Gazes upon the mountains of concrete Bustling, toxic, addicting Fumes of artand marijuana
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: APRIL 2009 The sun had set The moon arose The stars now gleam The lids now close The wind, once gale To soft breath is calmed The ocean’s wavesSlowly sing a psalm
MY MUSE IS COLORED RED: JULY 2010 But outside the church were Clara's footprints in the dirt. She hid in there at her will, And then the priest, he took her in, MY MUSE IS COLORED RED My mother sits her table She is a forest nymph, surrounded By orphans that she nursed to health, Left in the streets, uncared for Her thumbs hold green mama magic MY MUSE IS COLORED RED WEDNESDAY, JUNE 5, 2019ANXIETY
Some days, she is a weighted blanket She holds me down in comfort, trapped But home and cradles me to her racing Heart, my head gently bouncing against Her motherly chest, she holds me She holds me, she holds me, closely. Some days, she is a waterfall and I am A barrel; her rapids carry me, I am Without control, I am bubbling, bobbing An apple clumsily avoiding chomping jaws I don't know how I ended up here but Here I am, wobbling on the waves she makes. Some days, she grabs me by the hair And shoves me under the bathwater, not Quite torture but very close to illegal and Watches me drown in my own screams, Grinning that sadistic grin, a gaping Empty mouth sucks the breath out of me. Some days, she evolves into the beast That lives under my bed, the one that grabs My ankle in the middle of the night and pulls I don't have the energy to cry for help, my Skull shatters as I am banged around corners As she escapes, a thief in the night. Those days, I am gone, I am gone,I am gone.
She does not hold me.No one does.
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MONDAY, MAY 20, 2019 IMMIGRATION CHANGED BOTH OF US My mother sits her table She is a forest nymph, surrounded By orphans that she nursed to health, Left in the streets, uncared for Her thumbs hold green mama magic Everything she touches flourishes, With her love, she makes jungles out Of living rooms. She takes care of The plants I buy and forget about Because otherwise I would overwater Them, that tells you a lot about my Past relationships and a lot about my Mother. She gives until there is nothing Left to take and she keeps on giving And I never noticed how much I kept Taking until she asked for my help. You see, she wanted to pass on a Task from my father, it required Her to write in English, the tongue That twists her tongue fifteen Years since she left her home behind Those "r"s never quite stretched Frozen elastic bands behind her teeth Those sentences never quite flowed, Filled with the staccato of on-the-go Translation, how her daughter Became an English-speaking poet, She will never know. She locks Eyes with me, hers murky with Fear and demand, she cannot do This, I must do it for her. She Hides behind her own motherly Authority, relying on my well- Trained daughterly instinct to comply No, I say, it's time you learned, I say, practice makes perfect, I Say but there my lacking Russian Betrays me. How do I say, I want to save you from the fear Of your own scarcity, how do I say, you are good enough, Mama. You are good enough. But when I try, the words get Stuck in my throat, the Cyrillic Tangles in my uvula, frozen Elastic bands behind my teeth as The years of westernization overwhelm My eastern heritage. How do I say, you can do it, mama. How Do I say, I believe in you, mama. How do I say, I love you, mama. Ya lyublyu tebya, mama. But when I try, why does It sound like, "no"? Posted by Sinolaritiat 10:09 AM
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MONDAY, MAY 6, 2019
PRINCESS
What reason is there to believe In fairy tale endings? They all depict a fall In power, in willingness, in love Relinquishing control and following a destinyWaiting for a call
To arms, to leaders' march, to die In sovereign hands, alone, forgotten They are endings after all, a stopComplete and final.
What kind of hope does that portray To little girls at play with shining knights In armour shed behind private walls Impenetrable as castles, forgetting they Are royalty as they are devoured by hungryEyes and starving
Hands, this isn't what life is supposed to Be royalty, remember your roots Princess, you are worthy beyond what Any knight can give his life for You are magic in your own magician's Hands, form yourself in your own image Power, leader, destinyControl, princess
You wear a crown so heavy, don't forget to Pass it on and share the burden We are all commoners in humanity, Female, strong and bonded. Community divides us from followers and Soldiers trained to push beyond all Limits but we have none, goddesses Cannot be captured by discipline We choose who we belong to Willingly, lovingly, powerfully so Do not believe in fairy tales or In endings, we are continuousAnd infinite;
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POWERFUL
My mother loved my father like she loved No one else, not us, who were halves of her For he was her other half As we were half of him, she loved us half as much But even that love was a well so infinitely deepWe never felt empty
My father loved my mother like she was his own He was lion, wolf, protector, leader Savage in her safety, master in maintenance Taken to ensure her comfort We were half of her and mattered half as much But even then we felt the safest in his Castle wall arms, my mother the key to His draw-bridge heart We came from a love so young and foolish But we grew in a love that knew hardship We came from a love that was naive But we became from a love that grew with us We are the products of sunlight and air Nourished by the clarity of sweat, tears and Surrender to the tides of life, a love so Powerful, we could not help but be swept away. Posted by Sinolaritiat 10:16 AM
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DRA(TRAU)MATIC
I read somewhere recently that Traumatic events aren’t traumatic until you react Until you emote, you are at a crossroads Will you live the rest of your life with this heavy shadow Following at every turn, jumping out at the most opportune moments To say, “Boo! I’m still here, in case you decided to forget or move on or heal or something,” Or will you keep going as if nothing ever happened? I read somewhere recently that Traumatic events aren’t dramatic until you behave like it That even though you have no control over what happens You can control the way you interpret the rush of adrenaline, The rising heartbeat, the sweaty skin, the shaking, the shivering,the fear
As if saying, “Oh, I’ve just finished a workout, obviously, I just don’t remember” Will stop the formation of memories, the terrors that will haunt yourdreams
I read somewhere recently that My drama, apparently, is just my overreaction As if the fact that I am traumatized is my fault Why didn’t you just think of rainbows while he got drunk And tried to take your clothes off, why didn’t you just find Something “good” from this nonconsensual sex, why did you Have to turn this into drama, I mean trauma, you know he said he’ssorry
I read somewhere recently that My trauma, apparently, is just my imagination Imagine this, six-year-old me, little girl, head full of Life and curls, on the playground mid-day, until a teenage boy Decides that I am too sweet a fruit, too precious an opportunity To not bite into, to not take a piece of, to not swallow whole I’m sorry my six-year-old self got scared, my fault, I guess forbeing too
Traumatic
My bad, I meant to say dramatic Posted by Sinolaritiat 8:51 AM
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CAR KEYS
Rising after my night spent sleepless I tell you what you took the liberty to do Your eyes are glazed with morning and hangover Was it really liberty when you were in the clutches Of the back-monkey called “Too Much Whiskey” Was it really liberty when you were raised on mama’s Nightly wine-sipping and daddy’s beer addiction Maybe liberty is the wrong word Your eyes are glazed with morning and hangover But they are unsurprised, this is not The first time you’ve apologized for your body’s urges That your mind was too incapacitated to control This is why you shouldn’t drive drunk, baby You keep mistaking me for the vehicle That you crash into the bottle, over and over When I can no longer breathe when we lie together You tell me to go home, like a car sent to The shop for repairs, as if my problems are just A cracked windshield, a flat tire, not The crippling fear of your malty breath On the back of my neck, the arm around my waist Now a suffocating weight of a New Year’s celebration You promised to spend with me Which instead you spent drinking radlers Because “they are only 2.5% alcohol, babe” “That’s nothing,” your back-monkey whispers If it’s nothing then, Why didn’t you just drink grapefruit juice? It’s been two weeks since my lungs collapsed You tell me you’ve started working on forgiveness You no longer combust with self-loathing about The fires you’ve set on the space below my hips I am happy for you, baby, but I cannot be the one who burns when you crash I will not be your sobriety test drive every morning “Hey, did I try to rape you last night, babe?” Your eyes are glazed with tears and hangover But they are unsurprised, this is not The first time you’ve seen me cry As you walk away, you leave the car keys On the table and I breathe in the lonely air Posted by Sinolaritiat 8:44 AM
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TUESDAY, MARCH 26, 2019DEAR EARTH
I wish I could give without draining. I would give the world a bed to Place her weary feet, massage healing Into all the sore spots, feed her chicken soup For the soul and let her rest inside my body. She is tired, she has been given enough grief For eternity. Take a load off, world, sleep Within my womb, I will nourish you until you can Stand again and be what we need. Be strong For I will carry your burdens while you go and Save yourself, with us along for the ride, Because no one else will do it for you. Posted by Sinolaritiat 2:40 PM
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